The, by all appearances, elderly man sat on the side of the road, just at the edge of a street lamp’s early morning glow. Against his shoulder was rested a gnarled, wooden, staff with a raven perched atop it. On the opposite shoulder sat another, facing the opposite way as it’s companion. The man’s white beard flowed from beneath the hood of his cloak, his single, hazel, eye peering up at the young man at his words. A tired smile creased his eyes at the question.
"Water would be a welcome blessing, Lad. I’m afraid this old wanderer’s walked a bit more than he’s used to these days and forgot to fill his skin last chance he had." came the answer from the disguised god, his voice a bit cracked from his dry throat as he reached a hand to pat at the goat skin pouch that hung from his waist.
Upon meeting the elderly man, the writer couldn’t help but get in a good look of his features. Descriptions were EVERYTHING to him, even in the physical form. He liked to know how to describe someone, along with someone else’s description. After all, it was ways to not only get inspiration for more of his stories, but to be able to remember people, even if they never got the chance to meet again.
When the elder man told him that he was indeed in need of water, Peter nodded, a quick smile on his face.
"Sure thing! Hydration is very important. And as for walking a bit more than what you’re used to, that’s ok. No matter what we do or how old we get, walking can still be something to do. Places to see, people to meet, and a chance to experience something new! Even with me having a prosthetic leg, I still love to get out there and go," he admitted, tapping at said prosthetic once before rummaging through his own duffle bag and giving the old wanderer a bottle of cold water.
"Here you go, sir!"
A smile curled his lips beneath his beard, as the younger nodded. He nodded in return as he continued, approval shining in his expression. When the bottle was offered, he took it with a grateful nod. The lid was twisted off and he brought the bottle to his lips, taking a long pull with a relieved sigh.
"Thank you, Lad, very kind of you. That’s quite a wise way of thinking. There is always something new to be discovered, even for one as old as myself. Forgive me, I’ve not introduced myself. Call me Bragi, if you like."
"Well of course. Anything to help a person in need," he hummed, rocking back and forth on his heels a bit.
"And that's the beauty of it all! You can always learn something new everyday, ya know?? It makes things that much more fun.~"
He paused when he heard the name of the other, holding out a hand in response to the elderly man, readjusting his glasses with the other.
"Peter O' Guinness at your service Mr. Bragi!"
